Contrasts (28 page)

He held his stiff cock with his right hand and eased the head into her opening. “I was the fuckin first to make you cum. I’m goin be the first in your asshole. You ain’t never gonna forget me.” He pushed forward.

Ann screamed. She could feel something tear as he pushed harder driving his long cock deeper and deeper into her. She screamed again and for a moment behind her eyes everything went white then red. She thought she would pass out. The searing pain increased as he began to pump her. She pulled on the chains that secured her wrists to the spreader bar. He grabbed her hips and pumped faster. She screamed again. He continued to pound into her. The searing pain wracked her body. When he came, he grunted and collapsed over her back. His cock, coated with the KY, gradually slipped out of her. She felt a warm trickle of blood on the inside of her thighs. She lay there sobbing until almost dawn. Darnell had fallen asleep at the foot of the bed.

When he woke up, he looked over at her and thought about fucking her ass again, but blood had dried around the opening and on her thighs. He smiled to himself and poked her leg, “You really my bitch now. I fuckin broke your ass cherry!” He pulled on his jeans before unlocking the cuffs.

Ann’s legs and arms were cramped. She moved them slowly fearful that any movement would cause her to start bleeding again.

He stood at the side of the bed looking down at her, “How was it? How’d you like my cock in your ass?” She turned her head away from him. “I asked you a fuckin question, bitch!”

“Oh God, Darnell, I’m scared. Your Uncle will be furious. I’m afraid of what he’ll do.”

“He don’t have to know.”

“He makes me go to his special clinic every Friday to see if I’ve caught a venereal disease and to check on the plug.”

“Shit! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that?” She heard the fear in his voice.

“I tried to make you stop. I told you Watts would probably have us killed.”

Darnell threw her clothes at her, “Fuck it. It’s your problem. Tell him someone else done it or maybe you got me drunk and wiggled your ass at me and begged me to fuck it.” He grinned. “Yeah, that’s what happened.”

“I have to say that or else you’ll go to the police and say I molested you? I don’t think they’d believe you, Darnell.”

“Not at first. They never believe you if you’re black. But when I play them phone sex tapes and show them the pictures and the book you wrote in, they got to believe me.”

She dressed. Walking was painful. She used her cell phone to call a taxi. When she was about to leave, Darnell said, “I’ll let you know when I want you next week. Be sure to bring the three hundred.”

When she arrived home, she was glad to see that Paul wasn’t there... She phoned the school to say she wouldn’t be in the next few days. Then she took a long hot shower. As she watched the dried blood swirl in pink circles before going down the drain, she began to tremble. Someone would pay dearly for what happened and she knew it would be her. She fell into bed exhausted and slept soundly until late the next morning. Paul still wasn’t home. There was a text message for her. “Am at Rona’s. P.”

She’d almost forgotten that Paul was indentured to the hateful black girl. She wondered what he did there: scrub the toilet. He probably did all the things Darnell had mentioned: vacuum the rug, water the plants, walk the dog, empty the garbage, wash the windows, kiss the bitch’s feet? It didn’t matter. She planned to divorce him as soon as possible. She’d have to get permission from Watts, but she was sure he’d give it and might even arrange for her to have a quick divorce, that is if he didn’t kill her first.

She was taking a carton of orange juice from the refrigerator when the house phone rang. She looked at caller ID and was shocked to see Dan Morgan’s name. She picked up the receiver.

“Is this Mrs. Gardner?” His voice was as she remembered, deep and a bit hesitant.

“Yes, Mr. Morgan. I’m surprised and....and flattered.” Remembering how they met she felt the color rise to her cheeks and had a feeling the same thing might be happening to him.

“Well, I guess you know that Rona and me...we broke off. In fact a couple days after...after...”

“After my lesson,” she laughed trying to put him at ease.

“Uh...ah...that wasn’t my idea. I agreed in a weak moment and said I would. I try not to go back on my word....but...

“It’s ok,” she said. “I’m sure Rona told you my situation. It was something that had to be done and I’m glad it was with you.”

“It’s nice of you to say that. I’ve been feeling guilty ever since. Mr. Watts told me about you before Rona did. In fact, that’s why I’m calling you. He and I had dinner together last evening and he suggested I call you. He thinks...well, he said he thinks we might have a lot in common.”

“Then you’re not calling to...to...?

“No, no nothing like that. Mr. Watts has been good to me, but I don’t believe in that reparation stuff or the NWS. “

“I’m happy to hear that, Danny.” There was an awkward pause. “Hey,” she said, changing the subject, “you’ve suddenly become famous. I watched the game last Sunday.”

“I’m glad you did. I don’t know about famous. It’s a team sport.”

“I’ve even saved some newspaper clippings. I’ve heard they are doing a feature about you in Sports Illustrated.”

“Well, yeah. Someone interviewed me yesterday afternoon. That’s why Mr. Watts invited me to dinner. He wanted to know all about it. He’s been like an uncle to me.”

“You’re not the only one.”

“What?”

“I’m joking.”

“Anyway, maybe we could go out some night. A nice place for dinner. I don’t want to seem pushy. You are married, right?”

“Not really. I’m starting divorce proceedings this week. Things have not been well in the marriage for some time.”

“That’s good news,” he said, “for me.”

“There is my situation. Mr. Watts isn’t exactly my uncle.”

“The man is powerful and he has an ugly temper, but he’s always been good to me. He kind of hinted that if we...if we...hit it off he’d maybe change your situation. Ah, that sounds like a condition...I didn’t mean it to and it isn’t.”

“So if I accept your invitation it won’t be because I see it as a way out of a terrible situation.”

“Yes, I hope so. I hope it’s because you like me.”

She laughed, “It is and I do.”

“When?”

“I have a doctor’s appointment on Friday. I’m supposed to meet with Mr. Watts on Saturday. You have a game on Sunday. It’s an away game in San Francisco.”

“You’ve been checking the schedule.”

“Yes, I want to come to the next home game.”

“We play San Diego the following Sunday. We’re staying out there for the week rather than fly back and forth. So it will have to be in two weeks.”

“That’s fine.”

“I’ll call you.”

“I’ll be watching both games.”

“Stay well.”

“Don’t get hurt.”

Ann put down the phone and smiled. It was the first time she felt good in a very long time. Then she remembered Watts and tried not to think of what he might do when he found out that she’d lost what he had been saving her for. There was no way she could insert the plug. She was still bleeding slightly. At her examination on Friday the doctor would know and would inform Watts. Even before he raped her ass Darnell knew he could force her to take the blame. He had the photographs, the tapes, and the book. She had to convince Watts she was responsible for what happened. She felt certain Darnell would carry out his threat and report her to the police if she didn’t. Darnell was off the hook.

Later that afternoon, Paul, looking tired and sheepish, came home. He was wearing the silly uniform. She looked at him and shook her head in disgust.

“Don’t be so superior,” he said. “I’m sure you spent the night with that little black thug who just happens to be your student.”

“And what services did you perform for the young slut, Rona? Did you wash her car? Take her laundry to the cleaners? Scrub the tub? Polish her shoes?”

“Fuck you, Ann!”

“Maybe you tossed her salad,” she spat. Paul’s face turned scarlet. “My God, you did! You licked that black bitch’s ass!” Paul brushed by her and down the hall to the spare bedroom. He slammed the door.

Chapter Eleven

Journal Entry

How did she guess? How did she even know what that phrase meant? I wonder if she does that for the black kid? I don’t think she could. But she’s changed in ways I would never have thought possible. I know our marriage is over. That’s ok. It was never much anyway. Signing those contracts started both of us down what I like to think of as roads of discovery. We never knew who we really were until we were forced to do things that we normally would have done most anything to avoid doing. Ann’s right. I do lick that girl’s ass and I love it. She humiliates and abuses me in the most degrading ways imaginable and I love it. I keep wanting more and she keeps coming up with the most obscenely creative ideas. I will do anything, absolutely anything she tells me to do, the more disgusting the better.

She has shown me who I am. I’ve never been happier. My great fear is that she’ll get bored with me and give me to someone else.

As it turned out, Ann didn’t have to wait for the doctor to tell Watts that someone had taken her virgin ass. Late the next morning Darnell phoned her. Paul had left earlier after receiving an email from Rona. “I need some personal service” it had said. Ann could tell immediately that Darnell was in good spirits.

“How’s my favorite teacher?” he asked.

“I’m frightened,” she said.

“You mean about when Watts finds out you lost your ass cherry?’

“Yes.”

“Well, bitch, he done found out already.”

“Oh my God, how?”

“I called him up and told him. I wanted to get my story to him first.”

“Your story?

“Yeah, I told him you been real hot for me since I made you cum for the first time in your life. I told him you got me drunk at my place and was beggin me to take your ass cherry. I said that I didn’t want to do that because I knowed he wanted you to give it to one of his friends. I said that when we got on the bed you wanted me to fuck you like a bitch in heat and when I got behind you to do that the plug was gone and you reached back and grabbed my dick and pushed it up your ass. He say he don’t fuckin believe me and he’s gonna talk to you.”

“You have it all figured out, don’t you, Darnell?”

“Hell yeah, I had it figured out a long time ago.”

“And I have to tell him that what you’ve said is the truth.”

“Unless you want to serve time and then go through the rest of your life bein known as a fuckin child molester.”

She clicked off the phone and threw herself down on the bed and sobbed for a very long time. The next phone call was from Rona. “You’re to come down here to Mr. Watt’’ office this evening. Be here at nine. You’ll have to drive yourself. Paulie is busy.” She hung up before Ann could respond.

The third call of the day came just as she was leaving for Watts’ office. It was Darnell. She could hear the fear in his voice. “They been here,” he said

“Who?”

“Watts’ guys. They come lookin for stuff to show I raped your ass.”

“Did they find the...the things you had, the cuffs and that bar?”

“No I give them back to Harry across the hall right after you left.”

“So?”

“They found all the photos I had of you and the tapes and the goddamn book.”

“They took it?”

“Yeah, all of it. I had it all together in a box.”

“That means I can tell the truth tonight.”

“Yeah, but I’m beggin you, please, please don’t.”

“You’re asking me to take the blame even though you cuffed me to that bar thing and raped me? You must be out of your mind.”

“They’re here to take me to Watts’ office. I can hear them on the stairs. Please, please, Watts will have me killed...I know it.” The phone went dead.

Rona was at her desk when Ann stepped out of the elevator. She stood up, anger flashing in her eyes, “I been told you datin Danny,” she said

“That’s wrong. He phoned me the other evening. We haven’t seen each other since...since...”

“Since I taught you how to suck his cock!”

“Yes, since then.”

“Seem funny he dumped me right after that and now he’s callin you.”

“I’m sorry Rona....but...

Rona came around from her desk, “I fuckin hate you, you white motherfuckin bitch!” She turned and pressed a button on her desk. The door to Watts’ office opened. Ann followed her in and the door closed behind them.

Watts was behind his desk. Darnell sat in a chair in front of the desk and to the left of it. On either side of him was a big muscular black man. Darnell looked up at her pleading with his eyes. It was obvious he’d been crying. She noticed a brown cardboard box on Watt’s desk and assumed it contained all the things Darnell could use against her in a criminal court. There was an empty chair directly across from Darnell’s.

Watts gestured toward it. He was clearly in a bad mood. She sat down and folded her hands in her lap.

Watts tapped the box, “What’s in here suggests you got the hots for my nephew,” he said.

“Darnell is a member of the NWS. In the contract I signed there’s a clause that says I must obey all members of the NWS and that I acknowledge them to be my Masters. The photographs, the tapes of phone sex, and even the writing in the history book are efforts to comply with the terms of the contract.”

She noticed a softening in Watts’ face. He nodded. “That’s correct, but these items in the hands of a blackmailer could send you to prison for a considerable length of time.”

“Yes, they could.” She looked across at Darnell. “Especially if the blackmailer had a fake birth certificate stating that he is sixteen.”

“But since the blackmailer no longer has these items, you are free to tell the truth here this evening.”

She saw Darnell sit up straighter. He looked as if he might try to run or fall on his knees and beg. She turned toward Watts. “That’s right, Master.”

Watts swung his chair around to face Darnell. “Tell us what you told me earlier. Tell us how you came to stick your dick into her virgin ass.”